Young Skipper - YSR Lyrics

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Bringing you the hottest shit
Like we scoopin' it out of toilets
This next song is a big, new one
By Young Skip
I'm stackin' it
Smacking it and slapping it
Happening on an accident
Laz is the antagonist
Sacrifice for a sacrament
Devil's advocate
Hannibal Lecter
I eat her like a psycho-analyst
(Where you at?)
I'm in the zone
I told you not to let it happen
Fault is your own
I'm smoking Florida grown
On the PC at my home
I'm making music, Post production
But that's minus Malone
We go
Left
Right
They tell me I'm electric
I should go fly a kite
I'm the first guy in the sky
Just like I'm half of the Wrights
A thousand milligram cookies
'Cause I ain't scared of no heights
It's like
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I told you we bringing you that hot shit here on YSR
Somebody better turn on a fan
If y'all feel like survivin' in here
Ignore the phone for bros
Pick up for hoes
And Domino's
I'm feeling hungry lately
No Honey Boo Boo
Need a honey baby
Ain't no need for money
Just a lovely lady
You looking for a man who know how to chill
You don't need the cash, you pay your own bills
Well where can I sign up?
Resumes pile up
I was told that you got an opening to fill
And I'm, here
For anything that you need
Tell me where you going
Where you going to be
Because the party's in the Honda
And it's rolling with me
And I can pull up like a Lyft
On any Florida Street
And there's
Room for you and your crew
There's a free bottle of Goose
Make sure that Lucy is loose
And leave a five-star review
If you want another ride
There's a Young Skipper concert
I'ma leave you outside
New shit!
New music!
This YSR
Keep listening
Stay tuned in
This next one is also a banger
We playing straight bangers out here
You can't deal with this
You can't handle this
You can't handle the truth
Say it one more time
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